‘In sooth I do not know why I am so sad, it wearies me; you say it wearies you…’
I am sure this line by the bard of Avon is favorite amongst bloggers, and I am not being any different. It was an odd day, a big strong boy like me ended up weeping on my walk back to the hostel at 11 PM. To top it, there is no specific issue to be so unhappy about! Or maybe, there is something in the sub-conscious, I hope Freud could explain that.
All I can do is make guesses about this particular mood swing of mine, maybe its got to do with things I want to but am not able to, or may its an expectation mismatch, or its just plain and simple lack of fun….
Make a guess, anybody?